Bakugou has had many partners at his place, and every one of them has always said sweet nothings to him, which didn't do anything to him. He only wanted a good fucking and let it be. This time though? Why is it that this man, whom he hasn't even been together with for longer than a day, could make him feel this weak? What was up with that? As a dominant bottom, he was always the one making his partners before Kirishima squirm for him, enjoying every moment smirking over their helpless selves wanting more from him. Words cannot describe what Bakugou felt at this moment, all the feelings were overwhelming, his heart racing, and his body screaming for more and more. He could not help it of how responsive he was to every move Kirishima made on him. He just wanted to be handled by him and make him do whatever he wanted.
"Yeah yeah, right! Hurry up, because if you don't fuck me soon, I will leave you all alone and use my own toys to get myself off." showing genuine irritation in his voice. Kirishima did not seem affected by any of his words, only to lean up to him, giving him another sweet kiss on the cheek, sliding his left hand up his stomach while whispering in his ear: "Sorry about that sweetheart. Where can I find the lube and condoms?" Just from hearing Kirishima's erotic voice in his ear, his dick was twitching and throbbing and already showing pre-cum. God, he was such a mess. He couldn't even help stop stuttering while just trying to say "drawer", messily pointing towards that direction. Seems Kirishima understood from the "Thanks cutie.", giving him another sweet kiss on the mouth while grabbing all the stuff he needed.
Kirishima pops open the cap of the lube bottle and takes out a good amount on his right hand, smearing it across his fingers. Bakugou had to brace himself, considering Kirishima's huge hands and thick fingers. Just hours before when looking at his performance at the club, how his strong hands handled his weight while dancing around the metal bar and how those fingers must feel inside of him. Kirishima pushes his middle finger in first, to which Bakugou lolls his head back, breathing heavily, while taking and the finger slowly sliding in. Kirishima continued to whisper sweet nothings into his ear as he continued pushing it in and out, making Bakugou relax, willing to take another finger in, giving Kirishima a nod to continue. Kirishima slowly puts his index finger in, gently wiggling them around, adding scissoring, spreading his hole open as best as he can. Bakugou could not help but squirm, rolling his hips down, wanting to take more, loud moans escaping his mouth. A sudden jolt of pleasure and the loudest sound of the night escaped his mouth as Kirishima hit a peculiar area inside of him. "You like it there, cutie?" He made sure to strike that area once again and Bakugou thought he would completely lose it by then. "I want you now. Fuck me….please…" He was already close to his climax, begging, seeing Kirishima's large cock that he just wanted to take in. He never begged any of his partners like this before. "Patience sweetie, you are not ready yet." As Kirishima continued, it wasn't hard to put a third finger in him, pleasing him some more forcing a stuttered yells out of him. Just before he wanted to tell Kirishima that he can't take it anymore and wanted to be fucked right away, those fingers were taken out, leaving him bare, being impatient and wanting to be penetrated more.
Just as he was taking a few long breaths, Kirishima was already putting a condom on, putting another good amount of lube in his hand and slicking it around his member. Kirishima was giving him another passionate kiss, distracting him a bit as he pushed his tip beyond his entrance. A slight moment of pain was hitting him, because he was so big. So so big. However, not moments after he was met with another jolt of pleasure as Kirishima was distracting him with more showers of kisses on his neck and whispers, all while slowly sliding in further and further. "Bakugou sweetie, you feel so good." Kirishima then began to slowly push himself in and out, Bakugou feeling nothing but pleasure being stretched by him, wanting more. Soon as he was getting himself more into the rhythm, he wraps his legs around Kirishima's waist, wanting to pull him closer. Kirishima was panting loudly on top of him, letting out a moan of pleasure as Bakugou took him in fully. Just as Kirishima was pulling his hips a bit further, he came back with a sharp thrust that made Bakugou shiver, wanting to feel it again and again. As Kirishima thrusts into him more, he couldn't focus, his hands could only grab onto the nearest pillow and bury his head in, arching his back, making continuous sounds of pleasure. "Hey, don't hide your cute face from me." Kirishima grabbed onto the pillow Bakugou was holding, taking it from his hands and throwing it away from bed. As if punishing him, Kirishima pulled his hips so far back that Bakugou felt suddenly empty, making him whimper.
Kirishima was just propping him up, grabbing both his legs and putting his ankles on top of Kirishima's shoulders, and slid into him without another thought, making Bakugou feel full again. Kirishima continued to fuck into him again, this time even faster, and every thrust that hit his prostate made Bakugou feel completely thoughtless. He's at Kirishima's mercy, making him into a hot mess and loving every second of it. "God, Bakugou, I haven't had anyone as amazing as you, you are so tight, fuck" Kirishima's words just sent a shiver down his spine, whimpering, getting praises from his sensitive body and reactions. His throbbing cock on his abdomen, begging to be touched, was dribbling pre-cum from his sweet words.
Unfortunately, all sweet things have to come to an end. Bakugou was the first one to end, letting out a sharp yell that might leave his voice raspy for the next few days, all the cum shooting under his chin. Kirishima followed him quickly after, groaning happily, slowly letting himself out of Bakugou and gently putting him to bed, taking out the condom and throwing it away, both of them breathing heavily. Kirishima gave him one more loving kiss, cupping both of Bakugou's cheeks with his hands. Bakugou could feel Kirishima's long hair tickling his shoulders and he couldn't help but touch the ends of his strands, thinking how soft it is and that he must be surely taking good care of it. Too bad this is over though. He was more than satisfied.
"You may leave now. I left the money on the table in the living room."
He could somehow feel a small emotion of disappointment and sadness in Kirishima's voice: "Aw, you don't like kissing and cuddling after sex?" Bakugou felt a bit of guilt saying that right after sharing their intimate moments. This is how it is supposed to go and that's how it went with every partner in the past. Once the deed was done, all of them left immediately, grabbed the money and were never seen again. If there was any sweet cuddling involved, they would ask for more money. That wasn't ever worth his time. Yet this man, who he has known for a few hours, without hesitation, wanted to do more like it was natural. He did not look Kirishima in the eyes and said a simple "no."
"Shame. I would have enjoyed making you feel loved a bit more and cook you something nice as well." Is he trying to flirt with him more? What for? They were done and there was nothing more. He will disappear like every other guy did and Bakugou will never see him again.
"Stop. Save your words for somebody closer to you." He still would not look at Kirishima, although through the corners of his eyes, he could see that Kirishima wanted to say something else, but refrained from doing so. He seems to hesitate a lot, getting some courage after what seemed like a very long awkward silence to ask: "May I take a quick shower before I leave?" Only now did Bakugou look up to him and answer with "Suit yourself." With a sad smile on his face, Kirishima was stepping back, going into the bathroom.
Bakugou just lay down in bed, facing the window, looking through the gorgeous view of the nightlife of Tokyo, deep in thoughts. He was well fucked, wait no, he hasn't been fucked this good in a very long time, though this is the first time a guy left him with so much confusion. As he was thinking too much, and slowly closing his eyes to get some needed sleep for tomorrow's meeting, he was interrupted by a gentle stroke on his hair, a kiss on the cheek and words: "Bakugou cutie, when I said you were gorgeous, I really meant it. I will be on my way, good night."
Bakugou did not say anything, did not even look at him, he only then heard the sound of the door being opened and closed. "You really are gorgeous." He couldn't help but get that sentence being repeated over and over in his brain, until he fell asleep.
The next day, as he was headed to another meeting, he was greeted by Momo, greeting her back. The moment she heard his slightly raspy voice, she looked horrified, checking his temperature whether he was ok and Bakugou had to calm her down that there was nothing to be worried about.
This is going to be hell, thinking about last night all day, while having to concentrate on today's meetings.